Divergent Tris Tattoos Novels & Stories

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

Things were far from settled between them, he thought as they began edging in the walls, although having had sex, as a group, had certainly taken the edge off the situation and settled some pressing questions. “Tell me about the Triquetra,” Talen said. He wore his shirt tied around his waist, and his muscles rippled beneath his skin as he used the roller fill in the wall. With his hair bound back in a messy bun at the back of his head, and his beard and skin flaked with paint off casts, he was a distraction to both Heath and his c-ck. “The Triquetra,” Heath repeated slowly. “What about us?”

He recognized all of them, and let them be, telling himself that it wasn’t at all odd that a group of similarly aged girls in a place like Havermouth would all know each other and hang together in their free classes, and it was just coincidental that the Triquetra had f-ked them all. He leaned against a tree and lit a second cigarette when his first was finished, idly using the butt of the first to burn a triangle into the bark. It wasn’t as satisfying as the knotted and twisted Triquetra, but it still marked the Triquetra’s territory, he thought, sort of how they’d marked Aislen as theirs… He’d tattoo all four of them, he decided, with a knotted triangle when they were officially mates. “Rh

I asked, enjoying the feeling of Dante’s touch. “They went to the main house to make sure everything was progressing the way it should be, and that all the necessary items were brought here. I drew the short straw, or the best straw.” I went over to the shower bench and sat back down. All I could do was stare at Dante. Dante was about 6’5” tall, he is slightly shorter than the triplets and Benji, but not by much, he has long, lean legs with well-defined quads and calves. Dante has golden brown eyes with flecks of green, he has broad shoulders, and strong biceps. Dante has eight-pack abs, and his hip bones stick out just a little bit. He’s not skinny, he has great muscle tone, but he could us

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

Claradious, Cassandra and Mia curiously asked the Midwives chorously while looking at them inquisitively because they were totally confused. "The Baby is a Vampire, a Werewolf and a Witch, making her three supernatural species in one, hence the name "TRIBRID" the very first of her kind." The midwife replied Claradious, Cassandra and Mia warmly. "How is that possible?" Claradious asked totally bewildered while looking at Baby Angelus in shock and disbelief.

Wendy's sarcastic cross-armed. "Ynaria, Wendy. Can you stop this?" Trist's disobedience causes both Ynaria and Wendy to be stopped-and it gets everyone's attention back. "Trist," Clement said, but Trist ignored it instead continuing to speak. "If I only knew this was going to happen. I hope I didn't agree," Trist said disappointed and shook slightly. "I'll admit, we've all been drinking, but don't get mad. I understand what you're going through in life and whatever we've experienced at the resort. Please, let's just forget the past, shall we?" Its suggestion. "This conversion is over, go home!" Trist's last word before he left the VIP room.

I could just hear my heart beat getting louder as I slowly bent down and took a closer look at the ink . It was a simple tribal tattoo of three triangles interlocked into one common point. The triquetra tattoo looked to be darker along the interlocked parts of the triangles. “Where did you get that tattoo done?” I made sure to keep my very as stable as possible as I nonchalantly asked the question that was sending my heart into a frenzy. “It’s a birthmark,” He did not seem to care for much about the answer as he dryly answered while his focus remained on my leg .